Among twenty snowy mountains, the only moving thing was the eye of the blackbird. - Wallace Stevens

Turbulent Tides

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somehow the distance seems wider, impossible almost I should have known that our tide would run its course, when visions of him lay so awkwardly strewn, tattooed behind your smile, and betrayed by your eyes, as he frolics among the rapids of yesterday and me hoping, foolishly hoping not quite the perfect painting that you were searching for somehow the strokes were off or maybe it was just the way the light seemed to bounce off the barren landscape of my heart how do I conquer thismirage? when I am just thirsty. for love, true love how I wish this season would pass I love you, but I see nothing, but winter In your eyes…

© hellfire


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